I spoke to him- perhaps I should have waited but I didn't. I think that I'm glad I didn't. I told him what I thought I never would, never could, what I thought I would never have the courage to do but I did. I really did. And I'm smiling because of it.
Now it's time to let my spirit free.
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
